You’re Alive
Trigger warning: mentions of violence
It may be unconventional to admit your in love with a demon. Some people may call you insane or delusional. Ask you how you can believe a creature thats only purpose is to hate and destroy. A creature only capable of anger and torment. But you know the truth. Anti isn’t all that bad after all love is only a stone's throw away from love.
Anti may not even want to admit it to himself that he was capable of love but it was the little things he did that proved it to you. Like the way he cuddled with you after a fight when he knew he was in the wrong even though he would never admit it to anyone, especially you.
It was with these thoughts that you wandered down the wet pavements as the unrelenting Irish rain pelted down around you, soaking you to the skin. Anti had left early saying he had business to take care of in a note left with a single rose. Whilst you did love the man the idea of what he meant by business sent a shiver down your spine. As you approached the entrance of a dark alleyway you heard slight murmuring the precise words lost in the sound of the rain battering the cement of the ground. Ignoring the feeling in your gut you ignored it assuming it to be someone trying to find refuge from the unrelenting weather, but you were very wrong.
As you passed the ally an arm shot out and grabbed you by the waist, and hand clamping firmly over your mouth to prevent the scream that instinctively rose in your throat as you are pulled into the dry ally way.
“You sure this is the right one,” a deep husky voice inquired behind you. The man's breath warm against your ear causing an involuntary whimper to escape your mouth.
“She’s the only one that’s left that house in the past week it has to be her,” another voice replied, this one higher in pitch and with a sultry undertone, clearly the voice of a woman.
The click of heels is heard as the woman walks around the man holding you. The woman was pale and wearing a crimson knee length dress that clung to her curved figure. Her lips rouged and pale blue eyes piercing your very soul as her pin straight black hair flowed effortlessly over her shoulder. One of her perfectly manicured hands came up to your cheek a pointed fingernail scratching the skin there. A sinister smile graced her sharp features.
“Where is he?” she asked innocently. The hand over your mouth loosened to allow you to answer.
“Who?” you reply the shake in your voice shattering the faux confidence you had intended. Of course, you already knew who she was talking about. There could only be one person she could be talking about. The woman’s movement was swift and impossible for the human eye to catch. Her hand curled around your jaw nails digging painfully into your cheeks as blood is drawn.
“You know exactly who, but I will humor you,” the woman hissed her eyes flickering between a solid black and the more human looking blue. “Anti. Where is he?”
Before another word could escape you the familiar high-pitched laughter of your favorite psycho bounced around the walls of the ally as his glitching figure crept out of the looming shadows dragging a blood-stained bat wrapped in razor wire behind him. A sinister smirk taking over his features as his eyes locked on the crimson woman in front of you. “I heard you were looking for me,” his voice growled out, the smirk never faltering as he swung the bat up to rest the bare wood against the back of his neck some fresh blood dripping down his already blood-soaked grey shirt, “What can I do for you on this fine day?” His eyes never wavering from the demon woman in front of him as he advanced down the ally.
She slowly retracted her hands from you a smirk taking over her face as she too approached him. The man holding you in his firm grip adjusting his hold having a hand securely around your neck.
“Oh, Anti. How far you have fallen,” the woman taunted subtly pulling a knife from the dip in the back of her dress. “Associating with humans. You know the laws on this kind of thing.” At her words his face minutely dropped as he attempted to maintain his confident facade through his realization to their presence. As they got closer to one another the woman’s taunting continues, the man's grip on your neck tightening noticeably restricting your breathing but not completely stopping it. “You didn’t think they didn’t notice did you,” a condescending laugh escaped her, “They notice everything, Anti, and they’ve sent us to deal with it.”
They were toe to toe now. His bat resting across his shoulders and her knife held by her side. His frame began to glitch violently as her words sank in and before he could react the blade in her grasp was buried in his stomach to the hilt. He didn’t flinch as black blood oozed around the blade or when she slowly withdrew the blade, but his glitching ceased. The woman wandered around him leaning in to whisper in his ear as some of his own blood began to fall from the corner of his lips, his eyes shifting to their demonic black as anger consumed him.
“You know what happens now. Don’t you Anti,” she whispered in his ear her lips grazing the lobe. “You’ve done the same to other demons who ignored the council's rule.” His eyes falling on you as the grip became strong enough to completely cut off your air supply and you gasped for a breath.
That was when he snapped as he allowed his anger to consume his being.
As black spots began to enter your vision the sounds of conflict echoed around the deserted ally. The sounds of thuds and tearing echoed. The pressure on your neck soon disappeared and you fell forward no longer supported by the man.
You vaguely heard the sound of wood hitting concrete as warm arms pulled you into an embrace. Anti’s embrace. You buried your face into his shoulder ignoring the blood now coating your hands.
“It’s okay. They’re gone now,” he murmured in your ear his Irish accent lulling you into a sense of security as you pull yourself closer to him only to feel him wince.
You back up to look him overseeing the rip in his shirt as black oozed out of his wound. “You're hurt,” you murmur as you press your hands against the wound in an attempt to slow the bleeding causing him to wince once again.
“You’re alive. That’s all that matters right now,” he replies as he pulls you closer by the back of your neck before pressing his lips firmly against yours.